My little guy is in a very serious place right now. Since he started a new chemo called lomustine on Tuesday, he’s not been eating, has been vomiting, and has had awful diarrhea. We’ve been treating all of this as if it is side effects of the chemo (he had similar problems after cytoxan, so we knew what to do), but he’s only improved a little.
Today I had a long talk with my vet, and the possibility of a ruptured bowel was raised. If Mr. Biscuit doesn’t improve by the end of the weekend, we’ve got to consider that diagnosis and what it means – he will not get better. I’m utterly freaking out, but on the outside, I’m as calm as I’ve been through this. My pal and I have spent the day together, with belly rubs, syringe feedings, naps, and singing (lullabies to him, purring to me on occasion).
We’ll probably know what’s what Monday.